Hello my friends! I apologize for posting this chapter late. I have been very busy lately please forgive me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took me some time to write this chapter. I do not own anything.
The cold rain beat against their faces. It felt as if icicles were pounding against them. Jaille could barely see what was in front of her. If she kept her eyes open the rain pierced them. If she kept her eyes as slits she could almost see nothing.
"Hold on!" Said Kili.
"Look out brother!" Gloin called out to Oin.
"Take cover you fool!" Thorin shouted over the thunder.
"We must find shelter!" Jaille yelled to Thorin.
"Do you see any shelter Jaille?" Thorin asked her. Jaille did not say anything back. A giant stone figure came off the mountain. The figure was a stone giant. The stone giant hurtled a boulder to another stone giant.
"This is no thunderstorm, it's a thunder battle!" Balin yelled. Another stone giant came off from the mountain. "Look!"
"Well bless me! The legends are true. Giants! Stone Giants!" Bofur exclaimed. The mountain started to split as a thunder giant stood up. The company was now being separated.
"Kili what's happening?" Fili asked his brother.
"Grab my hand Fili!" Kili shouted.
"Kili!" Fili tried to reach for his brother. Jaille had panic edged upon her face. Part of the company was falling towards the mountain. Bilbo was thinking this was the end. He was never going to see his nice, comfortable Hobbit hole again.
"No!" Thorin yelled in pain. They ran around the corner to see if there were any survivors.
"It's all right they're alive!" Gloin called out.
"Where's Bilbo? Where's the Hobbit?" Bofur asked. Everyone was looking around to see where he was. Bofur then saw poor Bilbo hanging on the ledge for dear life. "There!"
"Get him!" Thorin ordered. Bofur and Ori ran over to help Bilbo up.
"Grab my hand." Ori said. Bilbo was trying to grab Ori and Bofur's hand, but he just couldn't grab them. Thorin went over and pulled Bilbo up. Thorin then himself slipped and now were holding on for life.
"Come on get him!" Dwalin went over and pulled Thorin up. Everyone was gave a sigh of relief once they were all fine. "I thought we lost our burglar."
"He's been lost ever since he left home. He should never have come. He has no place amongst us." Thorin coldly.
They were now in a cave. They were searching around to make sure no goblins were in it. "It looks safe enough." Dwalin said to Thorin.
"Search to the back. Caves in the Mountain are seldom, unoccupied." Thorin said.
"There's nothing back here." Dwalin reported.
Gloin then sat down and pulled out some firewood. "Right then. Let's get a fire started." He said.
"No. No fires. Not in this place. Get some sleep. We start at first watch." Said Thorin.
"We were to wait in the mountains until Gandalf joined us. That was the plan." Balin said to Thorin.
"Plans change. Bofur take the first watch."
Jaille was lying in her back looking up towards the ceiling of the cave. She turned on her left side and tried to fall asleep. She tried her right. Then her left again, but it was useless. Jaille kept thinking over and over about Thorin's feelings for her. She knew he loved her, yet at times it felt like he did not. Jaille could tell he was still upset about the past, and she knew he would be even more upset once she told him the full story. Only Balin, Dwalin and Thorin's sister Dis knew the truth.
Jaille rolled over on her right side and there she saw Thorin staring right at her. "What?" Jaille whispered. Thorin had been in deep thought but then he came back to reality.
"What?" He whispered back.
"Never mind." Jaille replied. Thorin seemed upset. When they were in Rivenedell Thorin was calm towards her. Now he was all moody again.
"What?" Thorin said a little louder and harsher.
"Never mind." Jaille hissed.
"Jaille what?" Thorin said calmly, though Jaille could tell he was forcing it.
"I thought you were staring at me but I realized you were in deep thought." Thorin said nothing. How could he get upset over such a small thing? He was ashamed on how he acted towards her.
"Jaille," Thorin started but Jaille cut him off.
"Thorin it's okay." They both just lay there in silence. Thorin had now pulled Jaille towards him. Jaille closed her eyes and put her face in his chest. She wished every night she could sleep like this. Thorin kissed the top of her forehead and they both fell fast asleep.
About two hours later Thorin woke up from someone rummaging around. It was Bilbo.
Bilbo put his blanket in his bag. Grabbed his walking stick and started to walk towards the exit of the cave. Just when Bilbo was about to leave Bofur spoke,
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Back to Rivendell." Bilbo answered.
"No. No. You can't turn back now. You're part of the company. You're one of us."
"I'm not now, am I? Thorin said I should have never come and he was right. I'm not a Took, I'm a Baggins. I don't know what I was thinking. I should never have run out my door." Jaille had woken up and was looking at Thorin. She mouthed "fix this" to him.
"You're homesick. I understand." Bofur said.
"No you don't. You don't understand. None of you do. You're Dwarves. You're use to this life, to living on the road, never setting in one place, not belonging anywhere!" Bilbo snapped. Bofur looked sad and was thinking Bilbo might be right. Bilbo realized he should not have said that. "I'm sorry. I didn't…"
"No you're right. We don't belong anywhere." Bofur said with sadness in his voice. Thorin knew Bilbo was right. They didn't belong anywhere. "I wish you all the luck in the world. I really do." Bofur smiled at Bilbo and then he patted Bilbo's arm.
Bilbo's sword Sting started to glow blue. Which means orcs or goblins are near. "What's that?" Bofur asked him. Bilbo knew what it meant and knew the worse was going to happen. A thin crack began to form in the floor. Thorin noticed it and then said,
"Wake up. Wake up!" The floor then split open and all of the company fell down, down, down. Deep into the Mountain.
Goblins came scurrying towards the company grabbing them and pulling them. The company was trying to get free but there were too many goblins. The goblins began to sing a horrid wretched song. Bifur covered his ears from the music. Thorin had a disgusted
Look on his face. Their song went like this,
Clap! Snap! the black crack!
Grip, grab! Pinch, nab!
And down down to Goblin-town
You go, my lad!
Clash, crash! Crush, smash!
Hammer and tongs! Knocker and gongs!
Pound. pound, far underground!
Ho, ho! my lad!
Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Batter and beat! Yammer and bleat!
Work, work! Noor dare to shrink,
While Goblins quaff, and Goblins laugh,
Round and round far underground
Below, my lad!
"Lovely song isn't it? One of my own compositions." Said the Great Goblin. The Great Goblin was much bigger than the other goblins.
"That's not a song! That's an abomination!" Balin yelled.
"Well that's all you get down in Goblin Town." The Great Goblin then came off his throne and stood right by the Dwarves. "Who would be so bold as to come armed into my kingdom? Spies? Thieves? Assassins?"
"Dwarves, your Malevolence." Said Grimah. "We found them on the front porch."
"Well don't just stand there. Search them." The Great Goblin ordered. "Every crack. Every crevice."
"It is my belief your great protuberance, that they are in league with Elves!" Grimah.
The Great Goblin picked up a candlestick and began to examine it. "Made in Rivendell. Ah! Second age. Couldn't give it away." Everyone looked towards Nori (since he was the one who took all the Elvish trinkets). Most giving him disapproving looks.
"Just a couple of keepsakes." Nori said.
"What are you doing in these parts?" The Great Goblin asked. Thorin was about to step up but Oin stopped him.
"Uh, don't worry lads. I'll handle this." Oin said.
"No tricks. I want the truth, warts and all."
"You're going to have to speak up. Your boys flattened my trumpet." Oin held up his squished trumpet to the Great Goblin.
"I'll flatten more than your trumpet!" The Great Goblin yelled.
"If it's more information you want, I'm the one you should speak to." Bofur blurted.
"Mmm-hmm." Said The Great Goblin.
"We were on the road. Well, it's not so much a road as a path. It's not even that, come to think of it. More like a track. Anyway, the point is, we were on this road, like a path, like a track. And then we weren't, which is a problem, because we were supposed to be in Dunland.."
"Shut up!" The Great Goblin yelled.
"Last Tuesday." Bofur finished.
"Visiting distant relations." Said Dori. The Great Goblin was not buying any of this. The company needed to think of something fast.
"Some inbrandz on my mother's side." Said Bofur.
"Shut up!" The Great Goblin yelled again. "If they will not talk, we'll make them squawk. Bring up the mangler. Bring up the bone breaker. Start with the youngest."
"Wait!" said Thorin.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Thorin , son of Thrain, son of Thror, King Under the Mountain. Oh, but I'm forgetting. You don't have a mountain. And you're not a king, which makes you nobody, really." You could see the anger in Thorin's eyes. Jaille was expecting him to yell back at the Great Goblin, but Thorin said nothing. "I know someone who would pay a pretty price for your head. Just a head. Nothing attached. Perhaps you know of whom I speak. An old enemy of yours." Thorin knew exactly who he was talking about. "A pale Orc, astride a white Warg."
"Azog the Defiler was destroyed. He was slain in battle long ago." Thorin said. It could not possibly be true that Azog was alive.
"So you think his defiling days are done do you?" The Great Goblin chuckled, he then looked back and saw Jaille. "Oh my, this day just keeps getting better. Ms. Jaille Pearson!" A few of the Goblins grabbed hold of her. They brought her to the Great Goblin. "You were said to be dead yet here you are alive. Unfortunately I cannot kill you. Ratchet wants you alive. You will get to sit and watch your friends die. Send word to the Pale Orc. Tell him I have found his prize, and tell Ratchet I have his little pet."
Now the Goblins were bringing out all there torturing devices. The company had no idea how to get out of this. It seemed as if their lives were going to end in Goblin Town.
Bones will be shattered. Necks will be wrung,
You'll be beaten And battered
From racks you'll be hung.
You will die down here And never be found
Down in the deep of Goblin-town.
A goblin had picked up Ocrist and was examining it. The Goblin started to pull Ocrist out of its scabbard and then immediately dropped it. The Great Goblin quickly backed away from Ocrist.
"I know that sword! It is the Goblin-cleaver! The Biter! The blade that sliced a thousand necks! Slash them! Beat them! Kill them all! Cut off his head!" The Great Goblin ordered. It was a mad house. Dwarves where trying to escape the grasp of the goblins. Thorin was being held down and a goblin was about to slice off his head. Then a light came shinning in. everyone fell on top of one another. It of course was none other than Gandalf.
'Take up arms." Gandalf began. "Fight. Fight!" Gandalf began to kill goblins here and there.
"He wields the Foehammer! The Beater! Bright as daylight!" said the Great Goblin. The Dwarves began to fight back. It seemed as if they were going to make it.
"Thorin!" Nori yelled. The Great Goblin had been immensely weakened by Gandalf and was about to attack Thorin, but Thorin was too quick. The Great Goblin then fell into the darkness.
"Follow me! Quick! Run!" Gandalf then began to lead the company away. "Quickly!"
"Faster!" Dori yelled. All were running as fast as they could. It was at times quite difficult. It was at times quite difficult since they also had to fight goblins. More and more goblins began to come. Goblins where swinging down towards the Dwarves.
"Cut the ropes!" Thorin ordered some of the Dwarves.
The Dwarves did as they were told. Now the goblins where not able to come down from above. Soon there were archers. Jaille and Kili were able to kill them.
"Come on quickly!" Yelled Gandalf.
"Come on, move!" Hollered Dwalin.
"Go, go, go!" Bombur yelled. They were able to roll a bolder on the goblins to clear a pathway. They came to a bridge and up out of nowhere came the Great Goblin. They were surrounded. There was no escape.
"You thought you could escape me." The Great Goblin tried to knock Gandalf off the bridge. "What are you going to do now, Wizard?" Gandalf poked him in the eye with his staff. Sliced the Great Goblin in the stomach, then the neck. "That'll do it."
The bridge then collapsed and they began to fall down, down, down. All holding on for life. They finally hit the ground and all seemed okay.
"Well that could have been worse." Said Bofur. Then the Great Goblin came down on top of them.
"You've got to be joking." Said Dwalin.
"Gandalf!" Kili yelled. Hundreds of goblins came towards them.
"There's too many, we can't fight them." Said Dwalin.
"Only one thing will save us, daylight! Come on!" Gandalf said. "Here on your feet." Gandalf then helped Oin up. "Quick! Quick!"
They kept on running. Trying to get as far away from the Mountain as possible. They finally made it out of the Mountain. They ran a little bit longer just to make sure no goblins had followed them.
"Five, six, seven, eight. Bifur. Bofur. Jaille that's eleven. Fili, Kili! That's thirteen. And Bombur. That makes fourteen. Where's Bilbo? Where is our Hobbit?" Everyone began to look around. None had noticed that Bilbo was gone.
"Curse that Halfling!" Shouted Dwalin. "Now he's lost!"
"I thought he was with Dori!" Said Gloin.
"Don't blame me!" Snapped Dori.
"Where did you last see him?" Asked Gandalf.
"I think I saw him slip away, when they first cornered us" Said Nori.
"And what happened exactly?" Gandalf was getting more upset by the minute. "Tell me!"
"I'll tell you what happened. Master Baggins saw his chance and he took it. He has thought of nothing but his soft bed and his warm hearth since he first stepped out his door. We will not be seeing out Hobbit again. He is long gone." Thorin replied.
"No." Began Bilbo. "He isn't."
"Bilbo Baggins. I have never been so glad to see anyone in my life." Gandalf said with relief.
"Bilbo. We'd given you up." Said Kili.
"How on earth did you get past the goblins?" Fili asked.
"How, indeed." Said Dwalin.
"Well, what does it matter? He's back." Gandalf had noticed Bilbo messing with something in his pocket.
"It matters. I want to know. Why did you come back?" Thorin asked him.
"Look I know you doubt me. I know you always have. And you're right. I often think of Bagend. I miss my books. And my armchair, and my garden. See, that's where I belong. That's home. And that's why I came back. Because you don't have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can." Said Bilbo.
Black Speech: "Run them down! Tear them to pieces!" Ordered Azog. Wargs where running towards them and they knew their enemy had come.
"Out of the frying pan." Said Thorin.
"And into the fire!" Gandalf finished. "Run. Run!" Jaille looked back and saw him. He was here. He had found her. Ratchet had come.